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Spire - South "That sounds like a darling idea!" Friday clapped her hands together. "Unfortunately, my nanites aren't built for load capacity..." With both hands raised and cupped before her, a single string of nanites sprung from her palm. It curled and twisted in her hands, before finding...

Spire "Eh? What?" The doctor looked around. She definitely knew someone had called out to her, but she had been a little engrossed in her work. That is, until she noticed Marie trying to get her and Tom's attention. "Well... always for another time, I suppose! Vargas can wait a little longer...

Spire "...no good, not even good enough for a toy... complete junk..." The collection-of-appliances-with-a-fake-medical-degree muttered, squatting as she shifted through random scraps she had gathered with a single hand. Anything that she thought could be usable had either rusted to shit or was...

Enpala 13 Starship Graveyard Friday dusted off her red pants, smearing the stains of dying dirt further along the cloth. She sighed, before shoving her tin foil effigy back in her pocket, as she willingly took the dirty rag... or rather, skirt. The doctor looked at it, held between two fingers...

Enpala 13 The Immediate Vicinity of Friday's Danger Zone Drifting through the alien sky, on a parachute close to splitting asunder, was the crew's doctor. She knew that this device was nowhere near designed for her weight as it sent out tearing noises behind her, limbs limp as she descended...

ISS Downrider Friday's Illicit Operating Chamber Friday was, to say the least, pissed; an uncommon sight when you consider her permanently joyous demeanor. Here she was practicing her cybernetic installation rights, when these people had to freak out on her, rocking the ship to and fro...

ISS Downrider Friday yelped as her patient was pulled out of her clutches, and would have began to protest... if she wasn't already finished with her procedure. "Y-Yeah, I was done with that! Sure!" She pouted, having wanted to have a few more pokes at Tom. Curiosity had taken her attention...

ISS Downrider Cargo Bay The Immediate Vicinity of Vargas Argyris Friday had just gotten close enough to her prey, her next patient, before she froze in her tracks. Standing still, hands raised towards the unfortunate informant with eerie glee, her body remained still as the doctor's head...

ISS Downrider Cargo Bay At her captain's command, Friday had begun her work. "Well, medicine is a good way to start the morning, after a-" She paused, taking a look at the sky a second time. She squinted into the sun for... probably a good minute before asking "Actually, is it more like noon...

Trayll II - Surface Sprawled out on the sand, a groove carved out in the grains behind her, was Friday. With a few jerky twists, she turned over onto her back, a smile plastered across her face. As her artificial eyes adjusted to the light, Friday let out a sudden gasp as she immediately sat...

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Present Spatial Coordinates: Alipier Laboratory - Upper Ledge He released a very audible series of clicks, as well as a harsh whir, as he directed his cold gaze in the direction of the nave. "Positive affirmation, requesting your individual to accept temporary directional guidance." He was...

Present Spatial Coordinates: Alipier Observatory Main Room He lead the way for the other two smaller individuals, "Status of current environment defined as high likelihood of combustion due to substances present. Individuals with capabilities of electrical or combustion productivity have...

Present Spatial Coordinates: Alipier Interior "Chemical substance C8H18, defined as gasoline, produces a situation defined as unfortunate." said the automaton, as it slithered down from the staircase. He looked almost annoyed, or as annoyed as a nearly-faceless robot could look. "Current...

Present Spatial Coordinates: Alipier Observatory Exterior The mentioned automaton loomed over the other members, the sound of whirring electronics and the hissing of steam emanating from his hull. At the current moment, unknown to all (Romulus being the possible exception), A3 had the Sound key...

"Positive-affirmation, individual self-designated as Caesar." The large robot moved, his body twisting itself around and upright, some parts making full rotations around until it found itself fully front-facing. His tubular metal legs shrunk back, to support his weight enough as he balanced...

Present Spatial Coordinates: Allipier Observatory Although the subject of anyone other than himself holding his head being somewhat uncomfortable for him, he allowed the transport of his head for now. As it was brought closer, it would be possible, albeit very hard, for someone to see (or hear)...

Even though his forward momentum had stopped, A3's curled-up body spun on its Y-axis, tracing a lazy circle around itself. Somewhere else, a chunk of him had released itself from his carcass and slid somewhere, mirroring the same spinning motion on the floor, a singular light splayed a dim red...

Spatial Coordinates: Area Defined as Mountainside Village, Alipier Observatory Subsector A3 paid no heed to the shenanigans of the would-be mutineers, despite his wide array of powerful visual and audio sensors. Squabbles of that nature usually resulted in negative consequences for those who...

Spatial Coordinates: Area Verbally Designated as Mountainside Riverbank A3 stood in the snow and squalls, his Unit attempting to become visually familiar with his new companions. Men, women, robots, even children, not exactly familiar to him; although nothing is familiar to him, besides the...

The large automaton was still, seemingly running through the subroutines required for its startup. The lights scattered about its body blinked white frenetically, internal hardware whirring and clicking as it loaded its low-level software Suddenly, the light and noise stopped. Its servos and...